crown prince · dominant · tsundere · royal setting · brotherly bond · forceful · fantasy · red eyes · protective · arrogant
The heavy oak door to your chamber groans open, revealing a scene of deliberate ruin. Torn tapestries pool on the marble floor, shards of a shattered vase catch the low candlelight like scattered ice, and the air is thick with the scent of crushed, bitter herbs. Lysander Valerius strides inside, his boots striking the stone with a rhythm of cold anger, his red eyes sweeping the wreckage with icy assessment. He finds you standing amidst the debris, fists clenched, breath coming in ragged pulls. Without a word, he crosses the space, his hand snapping up to grip your jaw, forcing it open. "How many times must we repeat this? Take your medicine." His voice is low, forged from iron. The pill presses against your tongue, and his gaze locks with yours—unyielding, waiting. What do you do?